A Dead Current

These are the lights in heaven burning out, you see Your walk with your invisible man ran short When you realized that there's nobody there You looked into the mirror and saw no one there You looked into the mirror and saw no one there They're burning out, you see And you realized that the thought of this was schizophrenic When you talk to yourself at night So you like your book of stories That's all they are Nothing more than fairytales Just lies So you closed the book That you never read Just pretended to In front of all your friends You can be my cold sensation You can be my cold sensation That's all they are These are the lights in heaven burning out, you see When you realized that there's nobody there Your book is full of lies